Paroles Fire And Brimstone par Dragonland

["The draconian laws of the King of Westmar left no man unaffected. In his will to restore order to Westmar and the lands beyond the Royal Guard was tenfold increased. Unruly elements among the populace was quickly sent to the gallows, the highland salt mines or worst of all; to the newly constructed and crowded factories filled with dark and twisted magical machinery, fuled by stinking ichors and run by gigantic cobs.
Elf and dwarf, once brothers to men, were all singled out and charged with various crimes and accounts of treason. The once lively elven district of Westmar made way for smoke-spewing chimneys, and the children of Val'inthor were rounded up and deported or worse. Public show trials and executions became a daily affair, and it was at such a spectacle that the Islander once more heard the name of his dreams being called out, with a voice so utterly familiar"]

A pale sun rises
The crowds are gathered
Now red streams flow through the streets

Upon the pyre
Enchanted beauty
Her eyes upon me

"Witch ! Wraith !
Light up the fire
And feed her to the flames
Let nothing remain"

Now as I see her
Standing before me
A stranger I know
Where have I heard that voice before ?